For the most part, I’m ok.
But then
a silence will settle and
an ache
will radiate
from the center of my ribcage
twisting lungs & larynx into suffocating lumps
curdling memories along the sour synaptic connection
between digestive and cerebral systems
detonating dormant tear ducts
and surfacing
like a hundred subtle stab wounds
on my desolate skin.